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I noticed that one of the searches hitting my page was for “blackwater” and “davis,” and it made me go back and take a look at my original post. The original post has a mention of the YouTube video for the quads portion of the Blackwater 100, and you have to go over to my Vodpod to find it.

Well, since then, WordPress made it easier to embed videos (or maybe I just figured it out), so I thought I’d update the post and embed the vid. However, going back to YouTube, I see that the original poster of the video has added the Day Two video of the Route 93 crossing for the two-wheelers. So I’ll embed that for ya.

One thing I noticed–which doesn’t bear mentioning except to true dirtheads of a certain age, is that most of the bikes I see there do have the mono-shock rear suspension, by this time. I remember when that was a big deal and people were still debating the efficacy and safety of the design. I think at the time my family visited the race, that was still a very big question, and indeed most bike were still of the two-shock rear suspension.

My brother’s Yamaha XT 200 has two, if I remember correctly. This last year, my Uncle Dan took the bones of that one down to his place in Georgia and is restoring it. I bet it’s a real peach, now! 😀

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Well, all things being equal, the trip up to the Renaissance Festival wasn’t a total loss. This in spite of the fact that everyone–and I mean everyone, that jumped up and down and exclaimed how much they really wanted to go with me to the Faire totally bailed on me, and that I couldn’t find a single one of the Mary Wash fencing crowd (nor could I reach them by cell phone), and the awful traffic and long drive to get there.

It was as packed as I’ve ever seen it, with long lines and people everywhere. So, there I was, ironically alone in a sea of thousands.

But, as stated, though disappointed at not being able to share the experience with friends known to me, all was not lost. There were still the standout acts that I enjoyed, such as the Pyrates Royale, of course, and Puke & Snot, et al.

The variety of human expression in dress and paint was, as always, arresting (not that I’ve gotten arrested–I’m much too careful for that 🙂 ).

I found a waster I wanted to try at the Hollow Earth booth. Having been playing with both the longsword and rapier, I’ve been toying with the idea of finding a good side sword, and learning technique with it.

I was wondering how each of the sword forms and their techniques would inform the transitionary weapon, the side sword, also known by some as a “cut & thrust sword” (the girl at the booth, for instance). From my understanding, the side sword was a direct descendent of the arming sword, and developed into more and more rapier-like forms. When rapiers were finally the weapon of choice throughout much of Europe, the side sword remained in parallel development. Whilst the rapier was considered almost exclusively as a civilian weapon, for self-defense but especially for dueling, the side sword was still considered militarized, but was also carried for civilian dueling and defense.

Sort of like how there are civilian handguns developed primarily for concealed carry, whereas some folks are just fine with a Colt 1911A1 as a carry weapon. The Colt is the famous “.45 Auto” that people refer to, and was developed as a military sidearm (“side arm”… “side sword”… “arming sword” 😉 ).

Like the sabre, the side sword is primarily a one-handed weapon; it is more or less equally at home with both cutting and thrusting attacks (hence the nickname). The sabre, though also a cut and thrust bladed weapon, actually comes from a different lineage. I’ve enjoyed fencing sporting sabre for years, incidentally. I’d like to find a good sabre waster, but I haven’t really seen one.

In any case, just a little bit of play with the side sword now that I’m back home has already enlightened me on some things. The feel and the balance, and how threading the finger over the guard changes the mechanics of how your hand and arm moves, for instance, and how that shapes the guards you take.

In longsword, parrying is done almost exclusively with the flat of the blade, with the thumb pressing against the flat opposite the side taking the blow. (This is more easily shown than told, it makes more sense when you see it, or try it.)

In rapier (and in sport fencing with all three weapons), however, parrying is done almost exclusively with the edge of the blade. How this developed has to do with the mechanics of leverage.

When using one hand, keeping a “natural” position on the hilt with the finger through over the cross leaves little flexibility with hand position–to be stronger, you end up parrying most of the time by necessity with your knuckles towards the pressure of the opposing blade. Which happens to be where your edge is on a rapier.

The use of two hands on the longsword allows you change your grip more, so that the thumb is supporting the flat of the blade and the knuckles are still facing to the opposing blade’s pressure.

There are other factors as well, that contribute to flat-or-edge parry usages, such as the rapier blade is longer and thinner and typically not as stiff as a longsword blade, so again you have more strength along the edge to parry.

The side sword, however, you have a wide, stiff but light blade, that allows you to parry with the flat, and the option to thread your index finger over the guard–or not, as it suits you. For some actions, such as when you want delicate tip work, it may be preferable to thread the finger over, and manipulate the sword nearly as a rapier.

For other actions it may be more suitable to keep all fingers on the hilt in a hammer grip and cut that way.

Anyway, those are just some examples–and I have to admit, as a martial arts geek, I’m fascinated. Here’s a picture from the Hollow Earth website of the class of side sword wasters like mine (the middle one is most like). Mine is pretty, though I still feel the hilt may be a bit small, especially if I have gloves on. But at least I got to try it out before I bought it. That’s one of the nice things about going to a Faire, as opposed to just getting something off the web.

Well, as much as I like my waster, I may be done with the whole Ren Faire thing for a while. Time for my next adventure.

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Yup–going to the Maryland Renaissance Faire again this year, with the Mary Wash Fencing Club. There’s a lot of overlap with the Renaissance Club so we usually band together and head out that way for the last weekend of the festival. This year it’s the 18th of October.

They’re headed out at like, really early in the morning–I think I’ll wait and go at a slightly later time.

Should be a fun time, and hope to see you all there! What could be better than: sword fighting, awesome music (including the Pyrates Royale), comedy, tragedy, and everything “on a stick?” Including meat, cheesecake… cheesecake? Yup.

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This looks like fun:

Virginia Scottish Games and Festival

It’s been a while since I’ve been to a Highland Games. Fredericksburg used to be on the international circuit and actually hosted the World Championship one year (1997, I think). One of the pros, Carl Braun (what a great name for a heavy athletics competitor 🙂 ) lives here, so he and his family had organized a games and festival here for several years. Alas, the games are here no longer.

I do think it’s funny that all Scottish sports are based on “take something heavy and throw it.” Cabers, hammers, weights, stones, and bundles of straw. Ask my mate Rob about that. 😀

That’s not the complete games, of course. They compete in just about anything, but primarily you have the sports (throwing heavy objects), the music, the dancing, and dogs. Kind of like a local ag fair in the country. Although in the States, you don’t have the telephone pole toss, usually.

Anyway, that’s next weekend; I’ll have to check my sched and see if I might go one of the days. See you there!

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Spent all morning on the bike with these shady characters:

Shady Characters

We went from Fredburg up to Front Royal via mostly highways, stopped at a nifty little shop and bought some “apple” donuts. Then we headed back down to 17 via a bunch of back roads. At the Sheetz we stopped at on 17 heading back to Fredburg, we talked to the guy riding this:

Trike spotted at Sheetz on 17, 20 miles from Fredburg; 20080526.

We stopped at an antique car show in Goldvein on 17. I was starting to get a bit crispy, so I let them stay and I headed on home. All in all a bee-yoo-tiful day, and a nice ride.

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A group of us went here today. Fun was had, grapes were stomped, hooliganism occurred, bottles were broken, sangria was spilled. There may be photos to prove it…

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Bike Today

Not that I’m in love with my bike or anything… but I did just have to take a pre-ride photo for today. Why–I dunno, just did (okay–maybe I am in love with my bike, just a little bit 🙂 ).

Pre-ride shot of my bike, Sunday, 13 Apr 2008.

Oh, and no, it’s not orange (although I like orange/bronze on vehicles). That’s just the funny light of the morning doing weird things in my camera phone. Enjoy.

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Found a video again on YouTube of the Blackwater 100 Race from Davis, WV. I’ve looked a few times, but only a couple come up. This one is from 1988, I believe. (Love that 1980’s videography and graphics… 🙂 )

As kids we went there as a family, in more of the heydays of the motorcycle racing. I think it was in the late ’70s or early ’80s when we finally made it there. I think after a while it became more of an ATV race, and I think they moved it somewhere else finally, due to environmental concerns.

Our cousins were living there at the time, and we hung out with them, then watched the race. It was a hundred miles long, and they did either 20 or 25 mile laps, depending on the year.

The Davis area is beautiful, and has all sorts terrain to ride the race through. Rocks, mountains, powerline cuts, creeks, streams & rivers, and most infamously, the bogs.

In the video at right, you’ll see two of the river crossings, the one at the beginning of the race, and the Route 93 crossing. Spectators were strung all along the course, but those were the most popular places to hang out because they were relatively easy to get to and close to Davis.

And there were several stretches, I’m sure where it was quite lonely for the rider, places where no spectator could or would get to. One was considered an excellent rider to have even made one full lap, let alone the full race.

Ahh, good times. I love that fact that the “spectators” at the river crossings were widely known and appreciated (mostly) for actually helping the riders make it through. In fact, it’s the only race I know where the spectators are actually expected to lend a hand at one of the most treacherous parts of the course. I think that is wonderful and really brings a feeling of participation to the sport. The riders were professionals and amateurs alike, and so were many of the spectators, so everybody kind of knew where everybody else was coming from.

As a family experience, both in general, and for ours, it was a great time, and still well appreciated by me.

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Okay–a quick post with some pix I took with my phone yesterday, while we were transporting a friend’s boat, below. I might flesh out the story later, when I have some more time.

This is Don’s lab Daisy, who moved (naturally) as soon as I took the pix. Or I just wasn’t very good with the phone cam 🙂

Daisy

Ye olde salt himself, Don:

Don Austring

Dahood standing watch out of the forward hatch:

Dahood up forward.

I’m in the forward hatch looking back at Don:

Me up forward.

Dahood takes his turn at the helm:

Dahood at the helm.

**Update: So, as I promised, here’s more of the story. What we were doing was taking Don’s 31′ cabin cruiser down the Potomac to Mattox Creek, just below Colonial Beach. He had bought a bigger boat (40′ cabin cruiser) and was keeping it down there already. The prices were just too good for him to keep it up on the Occoquan (where he was keeping the 31 footer).

Don had asked me on Thursday or Friday before if I would help, and I said that I probably would be heading in to see my Dad after his knee surgery. As you know, I didn’t, so I called Don up on Sunday morning and asked if he was still wanting my help.

He said yes, and in a couple of hours he would be at the boat. So I called up my bro Dave and he said that he’d like to help out, too.

So he headed down on the metro, and I headed up to Springfield and we each got there at about the same time. I picked him up and headed over to the marina, and Don was getting the boat ready.

We loaded her with the appropriate gear, then headed out. It was a great trip. Beautiful day, just warm enough with the bridge covered with the plastic and fabric topper. We all took turns at the helm, and had a great time just cruising at about 26 knots (if I remember correctly). Ship ran nearly perfectly.

Took us about 2 1/2 hours to navigate the Potomac from the Occoquan to Mattox Creek. Hardly saw a soul out there.

Again–what a great day on the water!

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Raw Men Noodlin

So, no real workout tonight, but I did catch a wild documentary on PBS (geek that I am 🙂 ).

Okie Noodling – the story of a rare breed of hand-fishermen.

I’d heard about it before, especially in the context of “canoodling,” or handfishing for snapping turtles. It was nice to see this in action, though. Check it out, if you can.

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